The CFR selection process had always been the one of qualitative instance. Just as it had been implied earlier, you could not just get to be an agent just like that or simply because you were well versed in the techniques of combat or even on the basis of recommendation. To get to be an agent, you had to either prove your worth in the selection process or be ready to accept your rejection. There are no two ways. And about those who had been given the red letter on their rejection, a couple of them had not accepted it so easily. These ones would go to the high rup authority, seeking a redress, claiming that the basis for the election was all faulted- oh the pride in their words. They would state just how versed they were in combat- combat which is not the only criteria on which they had been chosen. In one of the times, a certain individual had gone as far as to appeal to the Drakon Lord Meados, thinking that if he reached the Drakon Lord, we wo

There was just a little issue with that now. Now was not the time to be discussing something like that. Or even be thinking about it. He had to make hay while the sun shone and he was going to get on that.  Bayo sucked in air or attempted to do that while he was still in the little form of a bird. His wings flapped tirelessly even now as he kept his eyes on the goal. Sooner or later, he reasoned to himself, he would get to the place where he was going. However, there was just a little wave of hesitation flushing through his mind. His little chest thumped now as he thought about the constraints of the mission that he was on.How in the names of the seven heavens would he be able to fly a boat? He had never had a single experience on that. Yet, he was expected to be the getaway pilot who would pilot a flying boat over to get Ronke, Shin and Hana.He sighed to himself, the responsibilities that the others put on him was just so much

It was sudden, it was immediate and it did not give her the time to make any reactions in time. A wave of regret flashed through the mind of the Platoon Sergeant of the 3121st Hadjan Platoon even as she was suddenly yanked off the air. Her initial thoughts had been a fun one, which was to yank Bayo from the air and then see what his reaction would be. Only for things to turn out the way they were right about now. It was disappointing and she was not having it lightly at herself.  She had let her guard down, forgetting thats he was still in a territory to which they were not familiar with. They could not have been welcomed, not after Ronke had informed them that they would most definitely have a surveillance system. So, she pretty much had an idea what had yanked them from the air but the very fact that she had not been expecting it- she had been caught off guard- was what was getting to her.  Her mind blazed with limitless possibilities of what could happen

Now that they had gone, Bayo sucked in air now, allowing his insides to contract. After that, he spaced out his legs and then with a mental command, brought out the stats about his current form. __________ Name: Bayo -Ascender Human   Specie: Familiar Prime   Soul Stage: Elite Class  Energy: 15,000 /1 600 Ability: Bloodline Duplication, Elemental Affinity, Zone   Law: Law of Love, Law of Gluttony __________   An undiscovered evolved species of the Familiar race has been able to break free from its racial bloodline limitation and thus can now use Law Energy. They have gained Zone; A boost of energy for a particular period of time in which they have their physical strength tripled and thus can deal out a larger damage. However, this has a fall back effect, once they have powered up their and used up Zone, It renders their body immobile, using that time it to

We have received news of the First Born being in the Freezone of Tuxela. As much as it brings gladness to the heart that the firstborn has gotten that strong enough to be in a place of lawlessness, it also does bring cause for alarm in the sense that we all know the extent of the capabilities of the First Born. He is like a little one who is being weaned at the current stage. There is so much that he has to learn, of which, only us can lead him to what is right. To let him roam freely in the Free Zone of Tuxela is something which we do not approve of, entirely.  This message is directed to you, the Hand of the New Light, we understand how much you have put into reference the perspectives, the First Born has lived his life in. Still yet, we must all come to the realization that the life of the FirstBorn is not entirely in his own hands. There are factors which he cannot be left to, alone, factors whic